Vous avez cherché: someone (Népalais - Anglais)

i need someone call me
i need someone call me

why someone has stolen my book
why someone has stolen my book

to kiss someone, often enthusiastically
torching %s...

to pinch someone on their butt
slapping %s...

to hit someone with an open/flat hand
hugging %s...

to hit or strike someone with a sharp blow
zapping %s...

it memories i wish you another thousand years i hope this wonderful marriage between the two of you will last another thousand years you two have always been the greatest parent in the world you two taught us to love someone unconditionally and how to hold on to each other even in difficult times you are the perfect couple in the world the way you love each other, keep up with one anoth
it was a long journey but together filled with very happy memories i wish you both a happy anniversary don’t leave us for another thousand years i hope this wonderful marriage between the two of you will last another thousand years you two have always been the greatest parent in the world you two taught us to love someone unconditionally and how to hold on to each other even in difficult times you are the perfect couple in the world the way you love each other, keep up with one anoth

leela spkt i’ve never been in love with someone i know ultimately you have to live you life alone i’m till glad that gold will love me forever and it’s utmost true ..
u don't love me

ben: harry, let me ask you something. why do you keep sniffing your fingers? what is that? harry: i don’t know. it’s a habit. ben: a habit? harry: yeah. ben: a habit from what? what are you actually sniffing? harry: i don’t know. it’s a habit. ben: yeah but, to actually start the habit, there had to be an original reason and you had to do this multiple times. harry: why multiple times? ben: because that’s what makes it a habit, harry. harry: oh. ben: so? harry: what? ben: what started the habit? harry: i don’t know. i don’t remember. (ben stares at harry) ben: come on, man. what is on your fingers that you keep sniffing? harry: nothing. it’s just a habit. ben: but what are you actually smelling when you sniff?! harry: nothing. there’s no scent. ben: no scent. you’re telling me you keep sniffing your fingers and there’s no scent. harry: yeah. why? ben: i don’t believe you. harry: why don’t you believe me? ben: because for someone to sniff something, especially there fingertips, there has to actually be something you’re smelling. harry: why do you care so much? ben: why? i’ll tell you why, harry. we’re cooped up in this room together for the past five days, waiting for the package to arrive with instructions. are we not? harry: yeah. ben: within that time span, i have seen you sniff your fingers constantly. harry: so. ben: well, if i started smacking the back of my neck randomly these past five days, wouldn’t that seem a bit odd to you? harry: not really, no. ben: is it ass? harry: ass? ben: on you fingers. is it ass? harry: ass? what ass? ben: your ass. are you sniffing your own ass on your fingers after you do a little scratchy scratch or what? just tell me because we ate sandwiches today and you had your hands all over the meat and i forgot all about you sniffing your fingers until just now cause you’re obviously sniffing them again and now i’m feeling sick and i need to know if i ate your ass. harry: that’s really gross. ben: damn it, harry. can you just tell me? i’m serious. harry: i wouldn’t scratch my ass and rub it in anyone’s sandwich ben, especially my own. ben: then what are you sniffing? harry: i scratch my sack on occasion but that’s about it. ben: what did you just say? harry: my sack. sometimes, i scratch my man balls but that’s about it, not my ass or anything like that. ben: no, no, no, wait, wait cause, maybe i’m a little crazy in the head but you said you scratch your man balls, right? harry: yeah, all guys do. ben: yeah but, is that what you’re sniffing? harry: actually, holy shit, now that you said it, all this time, yeah. never occurred to me. ben: i’m gonna throw up! harry: i’m joking! i’m kidding, relax. i would never do something like that. calm down. ben: you sure? harry: yeah buddy, relax. just a joke. (beat) ben: but why do you sniff? harry: i don’t know. why does the sun come up in the sky? ben: cause the earth is rotating. harry: yeah, but we don’t know enough to know why there’s a sun or an earth or anything, really. so, why should i know why i sniff my fingers? ben: that shit bothers me. it really does. harry: what can i tell you. ben: freaking mystery is what it is… harry: exactly. as they say, maybe we’re better off not knowing, right? ben: how so? harry: sometimes when we learn about something, like the secret behind a magician’s trick, it loses its magic for us and we get depressed. maybe me sniffing my fingers is a mystery we’re better off not knowing about. ben: you’re crazy. you know that, right? harry: i guess so.
ben: harry, let me ask you something. why do you keep sniffing your fingers? what is that? harry: i don’t know. it’s a habit. ben: a habit? harry: yeah. ben: a habit from what? what are you actually sniffing? harry: i don’t know. it’s a habit. ben: yeah but, to actually start the habit, there had to be an original reason and you had to do this multiple times. harry: why multiple times? ben: because that’s what makes it a habit, harry. harry: oh. ben: so? harry: what? b